Mages Are Too OP (WN)-Chapter 686: Welcome the Goddess of Magic

Roland was the number one Mage among players, and O’Neal was number two.

This was recognized by all Mage players.

And most importantly, O’Neal was strong with calculations.

He could optimize the spells Roland posted on the forum one more time.

Lower magic power consumption, a little more power, and lower learning requirements.

It sounded impressive, and it was impressive.

But neither other players nor O’Neal himself thought he was stronger than Roland.

Because Roland was the pioneer, while what O’Neal did could only be considered an improvement.

Creation was always much harder and more important than improvement, no matter what – it was, after all, forging a new path.

But unlike Roland’s habit of running about and fooling around with the game world NPCs every day, O’Neal had gathered a large group of Mages and used communication software to communicate and progress together offline.

So in terms of rallying supporters, O’Neal was a bit better than Roland. The player’s Association of Mages’ chairman, if it were to be established at all, would probably be Roland or O’Neal. If they campaigned for votes, O’Neal might even be elected.

But now… he had taken the initiative to be the deputy chairman, which meant that the players’ magic association was going to be built if there weren’t any unexpected twists and

turns.

It was also time to build it.

The Warriors’ associations, merchant associations, and Archer associations already existed.

Only the Mage’s association was missing.

The post was followed by a massive frenzy from the Mage players.

“Hooray, finally there is an organization in the

game.”

“Damn, kept asking O’Neal to build it but he wouldn’t do it.”

“O’Neill doesn’t have the money, and if Roland isn’t chairman, who will dare to be.”

“O’Neal isn’t bad either, but it’s okay; whether it’s Roland or O’Neal, I’m willing to acknowledge them as chairman.”

“Will Roland reveal all his magic insights?”

“Absolutely, and he has a lot of spell models that haven’t been uploaded to the forums yet, so I guess they’ll be put into the association.”

“He created the sugar-making spell recently… I joined an adventuring party some time ago and ended up being trapped in the dungeon for almost ten whole days, and because of the fierce battle, the rations ran out on the fourth day, so we relied on Roland’s water-making spell and sugar-making spell to persevere, but the five of us ate sugar so much that we felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. We felt like we were going to get diabetes.”

“Roland is indeed impressive. Just the new spells he created are already enough for me to prostrate in admiration.”

“More importantly, O’Neal also knows the big picture and takes it into consideration.”

“Anyway, we Mages finally have a home in the game.”

Thanks to this post, a large number of Mage players began to gather in Wetland City.

Although the Realm of Devils expedition was still ongoing, most of the players were a part of the logistical forces rather than the main combat force.

It couldn’t be helped that the overall strength of the Mages was still inadequate.

But the flavor of the Realm of Devils expedition had now changed.

It had turned into a succubus capture battle.

It even turned into the player’s party.

There were more and more players who had a succubus, and many more succubi were traded to the nobles of Hollevin.

It sounded like slave trade.

But it wasn’t in reality; it was more like a matchmaking market.

Thanks to the equality contract, if the succubus was mistreated, or treated extremely unfairly, she could escape.

She could unilaterally break the contract.

Because of this, the players dared to do this business.

Otherwise, it would’ve been too much on their conscience.

A conservative estimate of at least fifteen thousand or more succubi had entered the main plane by now.

Roland had already teleported to Wetland City, and he saw a large number of male players with succubi parading ostentatiously through the market.

These succubi were all glowing and full of smiles, and all of them were cute and helpless-looking.

The female players in Wetland City had almost faded into obscurity.

They didn’t like those flirtatious succubi.

Roland stood on the side of the street and sighed helplessly.

This was all his fault.

At this moment, a player passing by with a succubus, who knew Roland, waved at him as he walked, while shouting:

“Thank you, Almighty Roland, for giving me my wife.”

Roland’s face instantly darkened.

This person’s words almost made it sound like he was handing out wives.

The shout was a little loud, and then a group of people on the street, whether they knew him or not, all stared at him. “Thank you, Almighty Roland, for giving me a wife, hahahahaha!”

The whole street laughed.

Roland had no choice but to flee.

Next, Roland recruited a construction team on the forum.

Although Roland was the most skilled with Mud to Rock, when it came to the construction of large buildings, Roland was just a nobody.

He was completely ignorant of the structural system, in other words, how to build the foundation and the skeleton of a large building

There was also the problem of interior design.

There was no choice but to hire someone.

The good thing was that it wasn’t expensive.

A team of a hundred construction workers took the deal and promised to have the complex, which covered hundreds of acres, built within three months.

Roland was even a little worried and asked, “Is it too much of a rush?”

“Actually, it’s still quite generous.” The construction foreman laughed. “We don’t need to sleep, so three months is equivalent to six months. The other thing is that our bodies are very strong; in reality, moving thirty bricks in one breath is already impressive, but here… a random level-three or above Warrior can move a hundred bricks in one breath without a problem, and even faster.”

As it turned out, this construction team was mostly Warriors.

Roland also saw several Mages in the construction team, presumably the construction workers who carried out Mud to Rock and Rock to Mud.

“Try to make it as sturdy as possible, and if the quality passes, I’ll give you a hundred gold coins afterward as a gift.”

This foreman happily shouted, “That’s generous of you, boss.”

A few days later, in a makeshift square stone house next to the site, about thirty Mages gathered to hold the first staff meeting of the association.

These thirty Mages were the highest-ranking thirty in the Mage profession.

Roland stood on the presiding platform and said to these thirty people, “I will temporarily put the system of Delpon’s Magic Tower here and implement a point system to exchange for spell models and personal magic insights, what do you all think?” “No objections.”

“Fine.”

“As you wish.”

Everyone agreed. After all, they also understood that if the association’s spells were to be made available to people for nothing, it would inevitably make people not cherish them.

And if this persisted, in the future, if the association had any good things and wanted to limit its circulation, they would be wildly flamed by those who were used to getting things for free. Roland continued, “Of course, the system will not be set in stone. The rules that can fit Delpon may not exactly fit our players’ ideas and philosophy. So the system can change, but change according to circumstances. When the time comes, we will discuss it together. Now, I want to get to the second point; the Association of Mages’ initial operating expenses may be a large number, an extremely large one. In the initial period, I will act as the main investor, but I can’t keep investing alone, so when the association can be profitable, I will slowly reduce the inflow of funds until it stops completely, and eventually, I will even draw back some of the profits to make up for my losses. No one has any objections, right?”

O’Neal was the first to shake his head. “No.”

“No.”

“As it should be.”

But some didn’t quite understand, and they asked, “Roland, it’s your association, so shouldn’t you keep investing?”

“This is everyone’s association, not mine alone,” Roland said seriously. “I don’t mean to treat it as my private property. I’m just contributing some money upfront and bringing people together to make things happen.” With this explanation, it was clear to anyone who didn’t understand what Roland meant.

O’Neal looked at Roland with some admiration.

If it were him, he might not be able to get out of the way so easily. After all, if he took the lead in building the association, there’d be some selfishness.

Seeing that this issue was also waved along, Roland looked around him with a more serious expression.

When the crowd saw his appearance, they knew that the most important topic of today’s meeting was coming, so they all subconsciously sat up straight.

“What do you all think about the Goddess of Magic?” Roland asked.

All of them froze at this moment.

They had guessed a lot of what Roland was going to say, like how the association should make money once it was formed, the diplomatic side of things, or the personnel appointments.

How come all of a sudden it was about the Goddess of Magic?

Seeing that the crowd was dumbfounded, Roland explained, “I have met the Goddess of Magic several times, and I feel that she is a god that’s easier to talk to.”

“Easier to talk to for you, right?” someone retorted on the spot.

Then the meeting erupted in a peal of happy laughter.

And of course, the laughter was not with a bit of envy.

“Ahem!”

Roland coughed twice. “We are talking about a very serious topic.”

The laughter of the crowd stopped.

Roland continued, “The rewards of the Goddess of Magic are good, and everyone should have heard the message she sent down some time ago. Those who believe in her have a high chance of summoning the Sword of Mystra.”

The players’ expressions were somewhat excited, but no one said anything, knowing that Roland still had something to say.

“So I was wondering, if a new spell was created collectively by the association, like out of collaborative research, should it be offered to the Goddess of Magic?”

The crowd froze for a moment, and then they discussed all at once.

O’Neal pondered for a while and asked, “Roland, you’ve offered a lot of spells, so what kind of rewards did you get?”

“Divine blessing that increased attributes, considerably precious magic materials, and so on.” Roland smiled and said, “You could say that it’s worth every penny. I guess the Goddess of Magic is indeed quite generous.”

“Then let’s offer it.”

Many people shouted. Roland breathed out. “But this raises another problem; once the new spell is offered to the Goddess of Magic, then other magic organizations will surely get the spell model of this new spell. Is this acceptable to you guys?”

At this, everyone fell silent, and many even frowned.

This was a very real problem indeed.

It wasn’t a problem for their people to use spells created through joint research by the members of the association.

It was a little off-putting when used by others.

Besides, no one could guarantee that other forces wouldn’t become enemies of the players’ Association of Mages in the future.

The thought of enemies beating them with the spells they invented couldn’t possibly make them happy.

Roland looked at the silent crowd and continued, “How about inviting the Goddess of Magic down to talk to us?”